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I was fortunate enough to get commissioned by the lovely @hikarimeroperiddle to illustrate a scene from one of their Harrymort fics (coincidentally, one of my absolute favourite fics of all time), chapter 75 from In Willing Sacrifice.

In Willing Sacrifice by GeMerope

Chapter 54: Bloodquill Consequences

Walking into the Great Hall, Harry was met with a sight of empty tables and a stormy sky raging overhead. A moment later, he realised that he had no recollection of what he'd been doing before arriving. His gaze was pulled towards the middle of the head table, to what was usually Dumbledore's chair. Instead of the regular sight of extravagantly coloured robes and long silver hair, he was met with something he hadn't seen in quite a long time; Voldemort, with entirely red, slitted eyes and an even more skeletal frame than usual, reminding of an overgrown Thestral.

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It felt as if the path stretched out before him as Harry tried to reach the other. On either side of him, plates and dishes popped into view on the tables. Singular raindrops plunged into filled goblets, making sharp tinkling sounds that rang in his ears.

“...he stopped mid-sentence, and their eyes met. It wasn't often that he'd ever surprised Voldemort, so he relished in the shocked look. ''Harry,'' Voldemort spoke, his voice sounding slightly raspy. For a moment, the teen wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or not. He didn't get much time to think about it however, for fury suddenly flooded his every sense, a hand caught his throat and shoved Harry into the nearest wall. The chair clattered uselessly to the floor.

''Months of silence!'' Voldemort boomed. ''And now you think you can just show up here without warning? Who do you think you are?'' Harry clawed at the hand that cut of his air supply, trying to form words and failing. Even when he stopped struggling, the man didn't let go, leaning in so close that Harry could see that Voldemort's crimson irises had flecks in them of a darker shade of red. He'd never noticed that before…

Not knowing what else to do, Harry turned to the one ability he could always use to calm the man down. He placed the hand that wasn't still grasping the locket on the other's arm and concentrated on pleasant thoughts. Flying. The D.A., his friends… slowly, the hold loosened and Harry's back slid down the wall. In that moment, he noticed that Barty had mysteriously disappeared. Coward. 

Before Voldemort could continue his rant, Harry held up his other hand. ''I found this,'' he spoke, with slight difficulty as his throat was rather sore now. Taking the chain and holding the locket up into the light, Voldemort stared in silence.

''You told me that, in the unlikely case that I'd ever come across a missing Horcrux, I should return it to you as soon as possible. So, here I am. Took longer than I'd hoped-''

''Where was it?'' the man harshly cut in.

''The Black family house,'' Harry said, as he still couldn't pronounce the address due to the Fidelius charm. He could see the cogs in the man's head turning, and felt an overwhelming onslaught of different emotions as Voldemort took a step back, from rage to sadness.

''The traitor…'' he whispered in disbelief, an underlying pain in his tone that Harry found incredibly different to listen to...”

A Rival’s Kiss by GeMerope From Harry's very first encounter with the Dark Lord, Voldemort has always insisted on using proper etiquette, not accounting for the possibility of escalation.

What Spring does to Cherry Trees by BelleLorage Once upon a time, a kingdom far, far away was ungulfed in war. What was once a land prosper and peaceful, now knew nothing except conflict and strife. The only hope of everlasting peace had been taken away from them by a cruel sorcerer that ravaged their land. But all is not as it seems. And this is where our tale begins...

all your stars by lordmarvoloriddle “I will fix this, fix you. Fix your mind, make you happy, kiss you all day long, whatever you wish. I will do it, me. No one else but me.” The rendezvous at The Department of Mysteries spirals into a series of events which change the future of the wizarding world. As always, Harry is right at the middle of it all, yet in a situation he couldn’t have ever fathomed and alongside the very person whom he was supposed to hate. It changes them both.

Let’s talk sugar by asterismal (asterisms) In which Harry Potter may or may not be a sugar baby (jk he totally is)

Me: haha nice *reads the first 100k* no romance yet okokok thats fine... *300k later* WHERE. IS. THE. R O M A N C E

@hikarimeroperiddle : ( : this. Is. SLOW-BURN. You gotta work for it.

For Gemerope's (@hikarimeroperiddle) fic series Beyond the Stars We Meet Again

Absolutely obsessed with this story, please go check it out!

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For chapter 26 of Gemerope's (@hikarimeroperiddle) amazing Worlds Beyond Death fic.

Please go read it, it's absolutely brilliant!

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